Things not seen...

Invisible to the world I walk down the streets,
wanting desperately for someone to notice me.
The things not seen by the world,
are the things that mean the most.

My wings wrapped around me tight,
somehow the world has lost its sight;
Because for some reason no one sees me,
for some reason they wont let me be.

I walk down the streets,
my wings wrapped up tight,
I'm no longer able to fly,
for I too have lost my sense of sight.

I cannot tell what's good anymore,
for what I thought was good has let me down.
A perfect stranger the I meet,
solid ground below his feet.

He guided me to solid grounds,
he showed me the good that remains in this world.
I opened my wings and showed him my heart,
the best part is he didn't break it all apart...